Bon's Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

Lennie’s Monologue: It’s them sycamores I remember. An’ the river, runnin’ deep and green, tinkling jus’ like the way Aunt Clara’s house keys used to when she was out on the porch about to unlock the front door. I’d hide my mouse in my pocket whene’er I heard them jinglin’ keys, because Aunt Clara ne’er liked ’em rodents hangin’ around her house. I was a smart boy, I really was.

She kept on thinking. I wonder how things will turn out? She felt nervous and anxious for school today, like she did everyday.

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Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!

My friends and I walk into a packed venue, and are immediately met by a young guy with shaggy brown hair and a skull hoodie, who holds up a white piece of paper with a hastily scrawled "$8" in the center. I pull out my worn wallet from the left pocket of my leather jacket. My hands strain momentarily to pull the snaps open, before my fingers find their way to my single worn 10 dollar bill. The man hands me two dollars in change and stamps my hand with a blue paw print, and I turn to face the stage. All the while a man has been screaming and singing on stage, not unpleasantly. The vibe of this crowd feels different from the normal one, rougher. They have a more hardcore look to them, and I've never seen Alexia's band play with one that yells, other than one time at a small coffee shop in which a single kid with an acoustic guitar spent twenty minutes strumming and screaming slam poetry into the mic, while my friend and I sipped iced vanilla lattes in the other room.

You might be wondering why my baby is on the wall. She is one crazy little girl. Her name is Lily Preston and she’s 3 yrs old and loves her duckie named poonie. I’m Dave and i’m 36. It’s just me and lily at the house now. Lily’s mother died when giving birth but I have to stay strong and be the best single father I can be. I had a huge business meeting at work today so I had to hire a babysitter for lily and it’s kinda scary to leave a new stranger in your house with your child alone. The babysitter turns out to be an amazing girl, she is 17, has great education and grades, has a job, can drive, is trustworthy and her name is Amanda. When I got back from work around 5pm, Amanda told me that Lily was playing in her room and that she was leaving.

Its is 1914 and joey a farm horse sold the the army and thrust into the midst of world war one. Into the western front when he is dragged away from his owner Albert his heart aches will he find him. Albert said they will meet again and he

We have all heard Martin Luther King Jr.’s final line from his famous “I Have a Dream Speech,” “Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty we are free at last,” but this is not the case in today’s world. Many people believe that racist acts have been eradicated ever since Martin Luther King Jr., black rights advocate, has spoke his famous “I Have a Dream” speech, or since Jackie Robinson has been inducted to play in the Brooklyn Dodgers, a Major League Baseball team, but we have been deceived. These type of racial activities, whether it’s obvious or not, are still transpiring in our everyday lives.

Come on women where the hell you've been? Been fucking around with Everyman on the planet. See fucking batsman the guardsman, doorman the fucking mailman had to go fucking dormant, in the morning became a Mormon. Don't touch my garment it's way to expensive and important. Don't want hands on it that don't belong to it. I refuse to except I'm a bad influence, it's intuitive assuasive. Let's be honest I'm innovative. Let's be honest to ourselves and our family's and say that we're pieces of shit. Just kidding. But I'm not kidding. Fucking peter the fisherman one of the most influential people in history. Stop fucking with me. Don't fuck with me. Or I'll curve you. One world order. Bonhomie records, Partners were not partners that's ignorance.

“Cómo te fue el dia?” My stepfather, Luis, questioned starting off the discussion. “Bien, pero había mucho trabajo, algunos de los cuartos estaban muy sucios.” Mami responded beginning to complain about her day. After they talked about their day, Luis began to ask the question he asks every day: “Can you give me money, I need it for gas?” With a dry, neutral tone he takes a sip of his ice cold Budweiser, with a blank, careless face, he begins to question my mother if she has any money for him. My mother with her now abrasive tone she tells him that she’s tired of giving him money every single day. “You used all the money I gave you?” Mami inquired, even when she knew the answer. “Well, you didn't give me enough!” He responded beginning to raise his voice. As little as twenty dollars a day and as much as a hundred a night intimidated she gives it to him. Scared thinking, “If I don’t, what’s going to happen to me, or even worse, what’s going to happen to my children?”

Today’s the day Fred. You can do this. You know the plan and you can do this. Remember the plan Fred. Firstly, I act nice and casual; ask good ol’ Ken how he’s been maybe? Would that be too obvious? Oh god, I’m over thinking this already. Okay stop, deep breath. Firstly, I’ll make general small talk and ask how he’s been going and maybe I’ll even ask about his dingy so I know how to work the damn thing when I kill him! Kill him? Do I really want this? I mean is this the right time and the right place? What if someone’s out there and sees’ me? Or, or what if it doesn’t go to plan and he survives? I could be put behind bars before I could even make it back to the shore! Oh no here I go again, I’m a nut for even thinking I could do this. But I have to do it. It’s always Ken this and Ken that, don’t I matter too? No, apparently not, there’s never anyone around to see me ever because no one cares about a broke. Now soon to be rich man when I get my hands on his dingy! Why am I so indecisive about this, I can’t kill a man? Especially a good guy like Ken? Oh for Christ’s sake Fred stop thinking about feelings, there are no feelings in this situation.

I’m Not an Addict He met the dealer at Buffo’s, paid for the full little bag, and headed to her house. When he showed her, she held him in her arms and let him in, cut some lines, told him to sit. They kissed so long he lost his breath. They sat up and cut some more lines. He let her

When I first saw the clubs and activities, I was overwhelmed. As a result, I would like to explore the clubs and activities first, for example, French Club and Language and Culture Club, however, for the first year, I would like to observe and try the Scholar's Bowl, Book Club, and Shamrock-apella.

Mauricio questioned with concern, "So how did Luna fall in a coma?” Stella recanted, "She asked Idore to reserve her wedding date for the three-hundred guests at their restaurant. Abele and Adelina became overly emotional and festive. Idore made a big ordeal with the patrons. Eventually, she passed out from